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Life In Transition
By Laura Dee Battle November 15, 2014 When I held your hand Did you ever understand? Could it be the way our stars align? I prooved to be a flawed design Did it show in my blue eyes? I could have been the perfect bride Never thought it'd be that way I would've had much more to say I should've been just as you are Couldn't be much more bizarre Did you see all that pain in my eyes? See through my perfect alibis? For you the makeup is your face To them it's my mark of disgrace When all you want falls out of reach Identity is constantly breached The fear on your face is leaching out The seeds of doubt that suddenly sprout Growing hate when the skies are grey Loving my SELF despite what they say Maybe one day I'll find they're right Their way may too hard to fight But that will be the day that I die The final bed on which I lie I'm begging you to save me please Laura Dee; the man I'll never be My breath is cold as the coming winter snow But my heart is no longer six feet below For the first time at night I might be all right Hope might be the only word To finally stray from the mindless herd ... I open my Virgin eyes to spotless sunshine Now that I know her warm lips are mine She is just like me; so free from our disease Destinies for memories between the burning trees
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